Hermione was chewing on her lip and looking in the mirror nervously. She wanted to look just right, but felt she didn't. Her heart was beating unusually fast as the clock neared seven. She moved her hands slowly over the wonderfully silky red coctail dress and turned to her side to examine her butt. She scowled as she didn't like what she saw. Her hair had been put up in a lose bun with curls flying out of it all around her face. She had barely any make up on and was debating with herself to put on a bit more. But at that moment the doorbell rang, sending a nervous jolt through Hermione, leaving her to forget any thoughts about make up.

She quickly walked over to the door and took a deep breath before opening it. Going out to dinner with a very attractive guy wouldn't be cheating, would it? As she opened the door she came face to face with a very nervous looking Draco Malfoy. He was wearing a pair of dress pants and a losely tucked in shirt with a nice jacket over it, giving him a formal, yet casual look. His hair was falling in his face and he was looking up at her from behind it, his hands in his pockets. Hermione had never seen a sexier man in her life. Shaking the thoughts out of her mind she smiled at him.

"Hey!" She said.

"Hi." He said a bit distractedly, his eyes scanning her body. "You look...wow." He was able to get out.

Hermione laughed. "Thanks. You look great, too." With that she turned around and grabbed her purse. "Shall we go?" She asked, smiling at him. He nodded at her and reached out his arm to her, which she gladly accepted. They walked out her house and into an alleyway, in order to apparate. They stood there for a moment and when nothing happened she chuckled. "Are we going, Malfoy?" She asked. He shook his head and looked up at her and smiled confusedly. He had been looking at her, still mesmorized by her beauty.

His heart skipped a beat as she wrapped her arm around his tightly and he tried hard to concentrate on the restaurant they were going to. They apparated a few feet away and walked up to the front door where a doorman opened the door for them. Hermione's breath was caught in her throat as she layed eyes on the beautiful interior of the restaurant. It was gorgeous. Hermione could tell only the richest of the rich could come here, and Malfoy was one of them.

"I hope it's not too cheesy." He whispered in her ear as a smiling waitress grabbed menus and led them to a secluded section of the restaurant.

Hermione looked at him as he were crazy. "Are you kidding me? It's beautiful..." she replied in awe. During the whole walk towards their table Hermione couldn't get her eyes of the very expensive looking furniture. So this is what it meant to be rich. They finally reached their table and she realized it was a secluded booth with curtains in front of them to add to the privacy. Let's just say, Hermione was pretty overwhelmed.

She snapped back into reality as she heard Malfoy chuckling. She looked up at him. "You don't dine in places like this often, do you?" He asked. She smiled shyly and blushed.

"Well, you see Malfoy, some of us aren't the third richest wizard in the world." She replied. He just chuckled more.

Their wine had already been brought and poured. Hermione was guessing it was because the wine usually tasted better if it sat out in the open for a while.

"You really do look stunning." Malfoy said, looking at her intently, making Hermione blush even more.

"Thank you." She said, not being able to meet his eyes. "And aslo thanks for inviting me to dinner. I think I needed it, with work and all." She added.

"No problem." He smiled at her. They sat there for a moment before a very tall and skinny waiter walked up to their table, ready to take their order. After ordering, there was a soft uncomfortable silence between the two, both thinking about what to say next.

"You know...Malfoy." Hermione started nervously. "I think...that this dinner shouldn't be more than it's meant to be." She finished, choosing her words carefully. Malfoy looked at her with an unfathomable expression and then nodded.

"I understand what you mean." He said. "I - I never meant anything other than...friendship anyway." He reassured her, not feeling too confident about the truth in his answer.

"Right.." She said. She didn't know whether she was relieved or disappointed at his answer. She hoped it was the first one. She never really didn't want to hurt Brent.

"You wouldn't want to hurt Brent or anything..." He continued, the statement sounding more like a question.

"Yeah.. that's what I meant..." She said. "And I love him and all..." She added quietly. She sounded as if trying to convince herself more than trying to convince him.

"Oh, of course." He said quickly. They looked at each other nervously and then looked away. Hermione's heart was beating like crazy and for some reason she had the strong urge to cry.

"Excuse me. I have to go to the bathroom." She said. With that she quickly stood up and ran towards the restroom sign, quickly locking herself in the bathroom as soon as she reached it. She sat herself on the toilet and let the tears fall free. Why the hell was she being so emotional about...nothing? It's not like anything significant had just happened. They had just pointed out the obvious. She sobbed into her hands. What was it that she was feeling for Malfoy. It couldn't be love, could it? No... She wouldn't be as stupid as to fall for the bastard again... She knew how those things ended up... But he seems to have changed... a little voice inside her head told her. No, stop! she thought. There's still Brent. You cannot possible fall in love with him! There's too many things going against this. She slowly wiped away the tears and ignored the pain in her chest. She looked at the mirror and cast a spell on her face, making it look normal. With another breath she slowly exited the bathroom and walked towards her table.

Draco sighed as he saw her retreating figure. He had tried to keep his face in control, not willing it to show any emotion. But as she left the table, he couldn't deny it anymore. Was she really in love with Brent? If she was, then what was she doing with him here? There obviously was something between them two...right? No, Draco. Stop. You can't think like that. It's good that she's in love with the git. You want it like that, remember? He told himself. Yet he knew that those thoughts weren't really what he felt. He looked sadly in the direction of the restrooms again. As he saw her come out of the bathroom and walk towards the table, he ignored the jolt he felt throughout his body just at the sight of her and put a smirk on his face.

"Welcome back to land of the Awkward, Granger." He said to her.

She laughed. "Why, thanks, Malfoy. Because that doesn't make it more awkward or anything." She said.

"So tell me the truth, Granger." Malfoy said leaning forward. "Were your real intentions for this dinner to seduce me with that rather revealing dress of yours and shagg me sensless? Because I have the suspicion that you've been wanting me for a while."

She laughed. "Oh, is that what you think then?" She asked.

"Oh yes!" He said as if it were a sure thing. "In fact I believe that every time you and Brent have had sex in the past week, you thought of me instead of him." He smirked at her, watching her reaction to this. His mind was hoping to see a sign in her eyes to confirm that he was right, but his exterior looked like he was just joking with her. And indeed, he got his sign. Her eyes glazed over with shock for just a second and she quickly tried to gain composture and smiled.

"Oh, you wish, you perverted bastard." She replied with a smile.

"C'mon. You know you can't resist me." He continued. "You couldn't before." She laughed again.

"That, Malfoy, was ten years ago." She insisted. "Now get over it."

The rest of their conversation went along the lines of this. Their food came eventually and Draco charmed her more and more while she made his knees shake with every smile she gave him. It was like he lived to make her laugh at that moment, and she couldn't get enough of it. Never had she felt so important before. Even when Brent was giving her all of his attention she didn't love it as much as this. With him it was so loving and gentle that sometimes she felt annoyed by his kindness. With Malfoy it was teasing and loving at the same time. She loved it. And not to mention he was bloody sexy as a man could ever be. No woman can deny the pleasures of flirting with one of the most gorgeous men alive.

Hermione couldn't breathe anymore. "And then - then he sent you bouncing everywhere!!" She managed to get out between chokes of laughter. Draco looked very annoyed but he couldn't help but smile.

"That Moody bloke. What a bloody lunatic." He said.

Hermione calmed down from her laughter as she stood in front of her flat door, about to enter. They had had dinner and he had just escorted her back home. She finally stopped laughing and looked up at him as he stared down. "Don't worry." She said, breathing heavily. "You made a very cute ferret." She finished.

He stared into her eyes and his face was once again unfathomable. "Did I now?" He asked, but there was no tone to his voice. It was very raspy as if he was nervous. As they stood merely inches apart he took a step closer to her and one of his hands slightly grazed her arm. Hermione shivered at the minimal contact and continued looking at him. She saw his eyes travel down to her lips.

To Draco they looked so inviting. Plump and pink, just begging to be kissed. How he would give anything to be able to cover them with his own. Without noticing he had inched closer so that they were only an inch apart, and when Hermione breathed deeply he could feel her chest just barely graze his.

Hermione felt so lightheaded as they stood barely an inch away from inch from each other. Oh, how she wished he would just kiss her. How she wished she could just invite him in and have him ravish her from her head to her toe. But no... She couldn't think these thoughts. This was wrong. "I.." She breathed in a barely audible voice. He was still staring intently at her lips. She cleared her throat and stepped back slightly. "I should go... It's cold out." She said. This seemed to catch his attention as his eyes darted back to hers. He nodded then looked down, clearing his throat.

"Right.." He said, looking at the floor. "Right then.. Good night." He said. Hermione nodded without looking at him and turned to step inside her flat. She entered and with one last look back at his retreating figure, she closed the door, leaning against it once it was shut. That had been intense and she felt a million emotions and thoughts racing through her.

Draco took one last look at the door that had just shut behind him. "Fuck." He mumbled to himself and walking away. There were too many thoughts racing through his mind and too many emotions to even start analyzing them. With furrowed eyebrows he apparated to his manor and shut himself in his room. Ignoring Pansy's annoying talking he quickly lay down in bed and fell asleep. Or at least he tried...

AN: Well there you go. Another chapter. All right, well either the next chapter of the one after that (I haven't decided what to put in first) is my favorite chaper. It has a very sensual song and dancing in it. Possibly some action!! So I'm very much excited for it. I hope you guys are too!! Review please!

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